Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Everyone didn't know what happened, and expressed their doubts about everything.

Fortunately, Xu Ziyu responded in a timely manner, and said to the servants standing behind him, "Go and follow Young Master Lu to see what he needs."

The servant of the Tao family was still very convinced of Xu Ziyu, so he did it without any doubts.

Perhaps the number of people has decreased, and Yuanyuan seems to be less vigilant.

She turned around, pressed her hands on the glass, and looked out the window, still muttering something to herself.

Lu Ye braved the heavy rain and rushed into Tao's garden.

The mud splashed all over his trousers, and the rain wet his hair and clothes. He only looked up to confirm the location of the round room, and then shuttled among the lush green leaves and branches.

"Master Lu?" The servant who followed him was quite puzzled by his behavior: "What are you doing?"

"Mask!" Lu Ye yelled, and then waved to the servants hiding under the eaves: "Come and help find it!"

I don't know what happened last night, but what is certain is that Yuanyuan knew that she threw the mask out of the window.

He was careless yesterday and didn't rush to find the mask, so he has to hurry up now.

The words "Star Top Casino" are not unfamiliar to people in the entire C City or even in certain areas.

Although the Lu family and Xingding have nothing to do with each other, their reputation is well known.

During the period when he was imprisoned at home and possessed by Xiaozhi, it is completely unknown what Yuanyuan experienced.

It's too late to care about the ins and outs of the whole matter, the most important thing is to take Yuanyuan and get out of here as soon as possible.

"Is the mask here?" The servants looked at each other.

One of the servants hesitated for a moment, and shouted to Lu Ye who was still busy searching: "Master Lu, when we patrolled the garden in the morning, we didn't see anything!"

"Morning?" Lu Ye stopped, wiped the rain from his face, and looked around in surprise: "Maybe you didn't see it clearly? Hurry up and help find it!"

His tone lost the politeness he used to show to the servants, and he was so anxious that he could mobilize everyone to look for it.

Seeing this, the servants couldn't hesitate any longer, they also rushed into the garden in all directions, searching with difficulty in the soil that had absorbed enough water.

White things should be the best to find according to common sense.

But Lu Ye searched for more than ten minutes, and couldn't even find a similar object that made him misjudge.

Was the white bird mask really thrown from the window by Yuanyuan?

Could it be that Yuanyuan had a dream and threw it somewhere else?
But...Yuanyuan's strange state of opening the window yesterday, recalling it now, can still vividly come to mind.

Must have thrown something out of the window!
However, a group of people almost turned over the soil in the garden, but there was still no trace of the white bird mask.

Lu Ye raised his head and wiped off the rain on his face again.

He looked at the window of Yuanyuan's room, and found that the figure that moved his heart was lying on the glass at this moment, staring at him expressionlessly.

My heart trembled for no reason, it was the trembling of fear from the bottom of my heart.

It's not a good feeling.

Lu Ye opened his mouth, and immediately felt rain mixed with the smell of soil pouring into his mouth.

He lowered his head, combed his wet hair back, and felt a strange breath moving around his body, making him upset.

"Young Master Lu," a servant approached, seeing that he looked a bit embarrassed, so he couldn't help persuading him, "Why don't you go back to the house first? Leave it to us here."

Lu Ye didn't speak. He raised his hand to press his chest, then nodded with a very slight arc, and left the garden.

Half an hour later, Lu Ye, who had changed into clean clothes, sat in the living room in a daze.

The servants came back from the garden one after another, and without exception, they all shook their heads to express that they found nothing.

Lu Ye fell into silence.

The boy who used to be a bit heroic, now looks pale and decadent.

After Cheng Moxun entered the living room, what he saw was such a scene.

The wet servant passed by, nodded to her, and his face became extremely pale because of being beaten by the cold rain.

She pursed her lips and said, "We can think of other ways to get Yuanyuan away from here."

Lu Ye's thoughts were interrupted, he turned his head, looked at Cheng Moxun with some emptiness in his eyes, and still didn't speak.

"If you're worried about being discovered..." Cheng Moxun approached the sofa and continued, "Don't worry about that! Xu Ziyu is very powerful, so don't think too much about this kind of thing."

"Sister." Lu Ye said suddenly, his voice trembling faintly: "Yuanyuan may not know what she is doing now."

First, it is a title that has appeared with high frequency recently, and then it is a situation that makes people half-knowledgeable.

Cheng Moxun was dazed by this for a few seconds before finally remembering to respond: "What?"

"Maybe she is dreaming?" Lu Ye frowned, "It's like yesterday..."

The image of Yuanyuan holding her and crying yesterday was deeply engraved in her mind. It was in stark contrast to the indifferent face she saw half an hour ago.

Cheng Moxun was confused, and at the same time, she could see that Lu Ye was absent-minded, as if recalling something.

"Since when did Yuanyuan look like that?" Lu Ye continued to murmur, "I can't believe it's so strange, it turned out to be her..."

At the same time, Xu Ziyu was upstairs. After hearing that the search for the mask was fruitless, although he was a little bit resistant, he suppressed his emotions and dialed Mo Yimo's phone.

"Mask?" Mo Yimo on the other end of the phone was obviously surprised: "Miss Tao, are you sure it's something like this?"

Standing in the corridor, Xu Ziyu replied absent-mindedly, "Yes, she lost her mask, and she is determined not to leave."

"That's it..." Mo Yimo pondered for a while on the other end of the phone, and then said, "I still have a pair here, and I can show it to Miss Tao."

"Oh?" Xu Ziyu narrowed his eyes: "That's not an ordinary mask."

He didn't know that there was more than one mask in this world, so he subconsciously reminded Mo Yimo: things are not that simple.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yimo chuckled on the phone: "Don't worry, I know what kind of mask it looks like."

Nao hugged the wooden box and hurried through the corridor.

The raindrops dripping from the eaves were sent to her body by the wind, soaking a large area of ​​the plain pink kimono.

She walked a little fast, and her breathing was really unstable, but her expression was unusually calm.

At the end of the corridor, there is an old wooden door covered with patched iron nails and cracks with burrs.

Nao freed a hand, and it took a little effort to pull the wooden door open.

She stepped into the door and squeezed into a corridor that could only accommodate a single person.

The wooden box is a bit big, and it is really difficult to walk with it in such a small space.

"Huh..." Nao took a deep breath, smelling the mixture of soil and moss.

The wooden door closed behind him, and the eyes turned into darkness.

She didn't feel panic because of this, but walked through the darkness calmly, as if she knew this corridor well.

After walking like this for about 1 minute, I stepped into a corner of the corridor, and a vague light appeared at the end.

Nasu stepped forward, stretched out a hand with difficulty, and reached for the light... No, it was a frosted glass door.

She tapped lightly: "Bang bang bang!"

Some crisp sounds make people wonder what kind of material it is.

She was silent for a few seconds in the dark, until someone pulled the glass door open.

"Oh, little Nao?" The other party was a handsome man in a kimono who said, "Young master is waiting for you in the small hall, go quickly."

Nao nodded and stepped over the door frame.

The surrounding environment suddenly became clear.

Looking back at the way we came here, the glass door has been pulled back to its original place by the man, and it looks like a giant painting mounted on the wall.

There were a few drops of raindrops on the edge of the wooden box, Nao raised his hand to wipe it twice, but finally gave up.

She hurried through the living room, then turned to the small hall next door.

The moment the door was opened, the incense filled the room made it difficult to breathe.

"Eldest young master? Here are the things." Nasu covered his nose and mouth with one hand, and placed the box on the wooden table in the middle of the room.

Mo Yimo sat in front of the wooden table and raised his hand to open the wooden box.

The white bird mask lay quietly inside, mostly covered by some strips of paper with runes drawn on it.

"Is Miss Tao's condition serious?" Nasu got used to the incense, so she knelt down in front of the table: "It's rare that you order so much incense!"

"There were some accidents." Mo Yimo replied indifferently, reaching out to take the mask out of the box: "Don't worry too much about it."

Nao didn't understand, but seeing her boss's expression was calm, she didn't intend to ask more questions.

She closed the wooden box and hugged it back into her arms again: "Be careful on the road."

After speaking, she got up and bowed, and left the room.

Mo Yimo played with the mask in his hand for a while, then stood up slowly, put on his coat and went out.

On the other hand, Lihuajing, who had been guarding the door of Yuanyuan's room with Xu Ziyu, suddenly felt weak and could only lean against the wall, trying not to fall to the ground.

Breathing became heavy, she raised her hands with some difficulty, placed them in front of her eyes for a while, and then showed a wry smile.

Xu Ziyu raised his eyebrows and looked at her with an unbelievable expression: "What's wrong with you?"

Pear Blossom Jing slowly put her hands down, and closed her eyes helplessly: "Oh no, at this moment..."

Before she finished speaking, her body suddenly turned into wisps of smoke, entangled together, and quickly drifted downstairs along the wall.

Mo Yimo folded the umbrella and handed it to the servant waiting at the side.

He took off the round-brimmed felt hat with some drops of water, shook his knee-length woolen coat, then walked into the room unhurriedly, and went to the living room under the guidance of the servants.